panting

We were standing in the dark and he looked particularly handsome – but then it is easy to look handsome when most of your face is covered in shadow. “I can hear you breathing,” he told me. I didn’t think I was that carried away and I listened but found my breathing normal. “That’s you,” I told him, “you’re panting.”

“And why shouldn’t I pant?” he returned, in the most sonorous tones. “Why shouldn’t I pant, Lola?”

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